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Frankenstein!

I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created the visions of a mastamind
face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But don't notice
Frankenstein!

So what if I use jumper cables to start this retard
And his brother in this music of street smarts?
Bitch, we been this since '93
10 years in this so called
I see is so many stars sucking dick
What we be is something that's flipping the script
ya'll know is only what they provide you with
A song is a song if you call it a hit
My is my property, painted up or not
Wearing a mask, whatever I or have not
We come as an extension of who I be, nobody writing raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the little we've obtained
Ain't no plaques my wall with my name
But my ever family is spreading in mass
to scare the shit out of your playa hating ass
And you still call me a clone?

[Electricity

"We've done it..."

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the visions of a
This face, this soul, rhyme is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!

People, the panic's kinda wide
I'm shedding skins like chameleons just to up my disguises
Now I'm hearing that this is the reason that the people play me
But they really me when my make-up's off
You soft, goo
And put it in the words of the B.I., then maybe you will realize
This ain't a game, and I a clone, it ain't the fame it's the microphone
And all the family I've obtained over the years who representing for the fears
You keep hating and
Violent J put us up on the grind and said "You gotta keep an axe in your at all times, and it's a whole lot of people
that's just to side, so don't worry about the haters, you just bring it from withinside."
So this soul, this song, this rhyme, is the of your very own Frankenstein

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!

"If it's blown up, see that it's good, and multiplied! Good, but it's.."

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're clones, what the fuck am I?
A painted body soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
Known to your eye and straight knock out teeth
And bring the heat to zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, knocking door off the hinges
Fuck you and all you haters laying on the floor
Fuck what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and telephone poles because I'm out
the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the rest
And it's a mothafucking shame to a bullet in your chest
For some shit you when you was high and thugging
Light a gas in your face, and look who saying nothing
You's a yourself, and fuck your wealth
And fucking a Frankenstein is bad for your health
And you can put it on my and my fan bases
40, these nuts, and our painted faces

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is
But don't notice
Frankenstein!